I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 40 Winning Too Much
Considering that this is only part-time income and the working hours are only twenty hours a week, the weekly salary is already very high.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a natural born waiter.

If you plan to work as a full-time waiter in the future and work hard, you can earn at least 6 to 7 million yen a year.

Of course, given that Higashino Yu is now an excellent student at Tachibana High School, he is obviously not short-sighted enough to take a detour of forty years and start working as a waiter at the age of eighteen.

After receiving the salary, Higashino Yu had a lot more money.

The part-time salary plus the compensation received from the people in the Heikawa-kai, the 50,000 yen reward from Asumi Sanae, and some remaining money from before, the total amount is about 260,000 yen.

If you spend frugally, you will be fine if you stick to it for three months.

Although it is still considered extremely poor in Tokyo, it is much better than the previous embarrassing situation.

Therefore, when I bought the pot, I also went to Chinatown to buy some seasonings for cooking noodles, including chili oil, pepper oil, soy sauce, vinegar, lard, chicken essence, etc.

The seasoning, the pot, and a large stainless steel bowl cost less than 7,000 yen in total - the pot had some flaws on the surface but was chosen by Higashino Yu because it was very cheap.

Xiuji's breakfast has now officially changed to various cereals. It is not good for it to always eat rice in discounted lunch boxes.

It declined several times, then accepted it very solemnly.

Not only that, it also believed that this was a sign of its own promotion and was considering applying to Higashino Yu for an official position that matched the salary.

In general, the living standards of Higashino Yu and Xiuji have basically been improved.

Although it is far lower than the living standard of an ordinary family in Tokyo, it is much better than that of the homeless.

After chopping the green onions and coriander, Dong Ye Yu took out the sealed bag containing the grains and poured the last bit of grains into Xiu Ji's bowl.

Ever since the bird's food was changed to pure grains, it has been eating without restraint. Does it really think it can eat whatever it wants because it's public property?
There has to be some restrictions, otherwise, if things go on like this, even mountains of gold and silver will be eaten up.

The grains fell into the bowl with a tinkling sound. Xiuji, who lived in a simple bird's nest, heard the call of food and moved.

It raised its head in a daze and saw the golden grains in the bowl. Its sleepy eyes suddenly flashed with the ultimate color.

However, it did not rush to devour the food. Instead, it first fluttered to the toilet, pecked at some water and combed its feathers.

As a samurai bird, Shuji Sabei takes his demeanor very seriously.

After finishing washing, it flew to Dong Ye Yu, who was concentrating on observing the softness of the noodles, and bowed respectfully.

"The chamberlain Shukichizaemon pays respect to the lord."

Dong Yeyu nodded at it and said, "Well, let's eat."

Xiuji then went to her bowl and stood waiting.

It will only start eating when Dong Yeyu starts eating. It refused to listen after being told several times and even retorted, "This is the collapse of etiquette and music."

If we follow the orthodox Confucian etiquette, the modern times are really a time of ritual collapse and music decline.

However, Dongye Yu has always disliked those scholars who always dream of becoming superior to others, and therefore he also scoffs at the so-called etiquette and laws.

We just need a little more Huang Chao shock, the bones of the nobles were trampled on the streets, and the inner treasury was burned to ashes!
But Xiuji has now become feudalistic in his mind, and Dongye Yu knows how difficult it is to change the thinking of such a stubborn monster, so he just lets it go.

Anyway, apart from looking a little funny, there is no harm.

Dong Yeyu looked at the noodles in the pot and felt that they were almost cooked, so he picked up some noodles with chopsticks and put them into his mouth.

It was a little hard but already cooked, so I added soy sauce, chili oil and other condiments and picked the noodles in.

Sprinkle with chopped green onions and coriander, then pour boiling noodle soup over it.

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The noodle soup soaked the noodles, melting the seasonings and lard in the bowl into a translucent soy sauce soup. The roiling steam was mixed with the aroma of various seasonings, and the lard made the soup taste mellower. The noodle soup was covered with oil and green onions, which looked extremely tempting. It's been a long time since I last had the noodles from my hometown.

Dong Yeyu habitually said, "I'm starting to eat." He picked up his chopsticks and started to eat noodles.

Xiuji had been waiting impatiently on the side. When he saw Dongye Yu start to eat, he shouted, "I'm eating," and started eating.

After dinner, Dong Ye Yu saw that the agreed time was almost up, so he told Xiuji to stay at home while he changed into his last set of casual clothes.

A red and black plaid shirt paired with blue jeans, the standard outfit for programmers, was worn by Higashino Yu to look like something out of a fashion magazine.

Only the severely frayed cuffs and collar of his shirt, the faded jeans and the torn canvas shoes clearly revealed the owner's embarrassing situation.

Higashino Yu is very optimistic. If the canvas shoes don’t come apart, they must be pirated.

In his previous life, his college roommate bought him a pair of canvas shoes made of Framewei. They lasted for three months without any cracking. He was so angry that he asked the store owner on the spot whether they sold him fake goods.

But it's time to buy clothes.

The last time I taught those gangsters a lesson, my only remaining set of clothes exploded into pieces. Now, this is the only set of clothes I have besides my school uniform.

Even changing and washing clothes cannot be done seamlessly, it's too extreme.

Clothes can be old, but they must be kept clean, tidy and appropriate. This is what my mother taught me in my previous life.

After working part-time for another two weeks and having more savings, I will buy new clothes.

While thinking about this, Higashino Yu walked out of the door and ran towards Ayase Station.

The subway on Saturday was not as crowded as usual. There were no busy office workers. Most of the people coming and going in the spacious subway hall were couples, spouses, and some children led by their parents.

The subway managers also had relaxed smiles on their faces. At least in these two days they didn't have to work so hard to cram passengers into the subway.

Higashino Yu entered the subway station and bought a subway ticket to Kosuge Station, then entered the subway with the not particularly large crowds of people.

He took a big step forward, grabbed a seat nearby and sat down, then gave the middle-aged man, whose smile had instantly disappeared, a humble smile that only a winner could give.

Although it’s not as crowded as usual, it’s Tokyo after all. If you’re not quick enough, you’ll most likely become a subway station god.

Once you buy a ticket, you have the right to sit down, but there are only so many seats, so you have to rely on your own abilities.

I have a quick butt that I trained on the bus when I was a kid in my previous life, so I am slightly better, thank you.

About five minutes later, the subway broadcast announced that they had arrived at Kosuge Station, and Higashino Yu got up and left.

The middle-aged man set his eyes on the position he had coveted for a long time and attacked decisively, but was once again overtaken by an old lady who moved as fast as a rabbit.

Someone is going to have trouble sleeping tonight.

Dong Yeyu sighed, and as the matter was done, he left the subway station with big strides.

There is a commercial street near Kosuge Station and a children's park not far away. Although the street is not particularly wide, it has a large flow of people.

Higashino Yu stood out at the subway entrance and looked around for Asumi Sanae.

Just then, the phone beeped, indicating a text message had been received, and I took out my old friend to take a look.

"300 meters northeast of Kosuge Station, BLUEPRINT COFFEE."

Higashino Yu looked in this direction and saw a cafe in the distance whose exterior decoration looked very high-quality.

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